Sing and play week 182- Lyubo, bratsy, lyubo performed by @shemZee

Dear friends,
I recorded this song as a painful cry against the pointless bloodshed between the Russian and the Ukrainian peoples, as a cry against the war.
Lyubo, bratsy, lyubo is a traditional Cossack song known in both Russian and Ukrainian languages. Its name derived from the refrain: Lyubo, bratsy, lyubo, lyubo, bratsy, zhit' , that means "it is lovely to live, brothers".

English translation of the lyrics:
At the early dawning, 'cross the rolling hillside
Legionnaires of Russia rode their shining, stoic steed
Horses fell to bullets, heroes pierced and rended
Stormy river runs red as a thousand soldiers bleed.

Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely 'tis to live.
With our brave lieutenant who has time or will to grieve?6
Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely 'tis to live.
With our brave lieutenant, who has time or will to grieve?

The first bullet whistles, the first bullet's nearing
The first bullet wounded my proud steed right in his feet
And the second bullet, in a second's fury
And the second bullet carves a scorching void in me

Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely 'tis to live.
With our brave lieutenant who has time or will to grieve?
Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely 'tis to live.
With our brave lieutenant, who has time or will to grieve?

My sweetheart she mourns me, tears to fill a river
Mends her heart, forgets me and embraces my old friend26
Pity that my country must fight on without me
Pity my old mother and the stallion that lies dead.

Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely 'tis to live.
With our brave lieutenant who has time or will to grieve?
Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely 'tis to live.
With our brave lieutenant, who has time or will to grieve?

Original Russian lyrics
Как на грозный Терек выгнали казаки,
Выгнали казаки сорок тысяч лошадей.
И покрылось поле и покрылся берег,
Сотнями порубленных, пострелянных людей.

Любо, братцы, любо,
любо, братцы, жить
С нашим атаманом не приходится тужить.
Любо, братцы, любо,
любо, братцы, жить
С нашим атаманом не приходится тужить.
А первая пуля, а первая пуля,
А первая пяля в ногу ранила коня.
А вторая пуля, а вторая пуля,
А вторая пуля в сердце ранила меня.

Любо, братцы, любо,
любо, братцы, жить
С нашим атаманом не приходится тужить.
Любо, братцы, любо,
любо, братцы, жить
С нашим атаманом не приходится тужить.

Жинка погорюет, выйдет за другого.
За мого товарища, забудет про меня.
Жалко только волюшки во широком полюшке,
жалко сабли вострой да буланного коня.

Любо, братцы, любо,
любо, братцы, жить
С нашим атаманом не приходится тужить.
Любо, братцы, любо,
любо, братцы, жить
С нашим атаманом не приходится тужить.